uniquely me

ive been attached to an 'after school' programme that takes place everyday for the accademically weaker kids and those with family background problems. as though tuitoring and mentoring these lttle ones is already enough of a challege, now you have to control these kids to sit down and ensure they finish their homework for the day. 5 minutes of stoning at their worksheets and theyre up from their seats running around the classroom to find trouble with the other pupils. sheesh. as on the verge of blasting at them, i recalled the times i used to be one of these little terror myself, or perhaps worst. and likewise my parents would shout and cane me just to have me sit down and concentrate. the cane and the books usually went together. i'd run around the dinning table as my mom would chase me with the cane and sometimes she'd start laughing (i was cute back then), but of course that didnt happen most of the time. when she wasnt around i'd throw the canes out of the window but sadly she'd come home with even more. looking at the kids was perhaps another reflection of myself at that stage of life. now in their shoes, i realised then that it was never easy for my parents to control me (not that i was naughty but you know, boys will be boys :] ) but more importantly it must have had hurt them much more to have me disciplined in such a way. afterall, they only wanted what every parent wants for their child - the best. im grateful for how my parents had brought me up. i guess it was mostly the bad and terrorizing times that made me mature the most.